17 September 2017 @ 03:55 pm
Sinric comes in from his door, looking tired and annoyed, and not in the moods. He heads for the couches by the fire, curling up around the pillows. He's not crying, it's just a trick of the light.
06 September 2017 @ 10:07 pm
A few days have passed in Annville, Texas. No idea what that translates to in Milliways time.

But tonight, the door swings open. Cassidy staggers through.

He is literally covered head to toe with blood, his clothes thoroughly soaked, a hole ripped through his formerly white t-shirt. He's holding a chainsaw, also dripping with blood. It's pooling at his feet as he stands there, a bit breathless, when he realizes where he is.

"Oh, bollocks."
28 August 2017 @ 12:57 pm
[OOM: You don't tell him. You don't tell John.]

Home, finally. This hospital stay was far too long -- and he can admit he made it longer through his own doing (John will not leave that particular point alone, now that they're both back in 221B) -- and it's a relief to climb his own stairs, lie in his own bed, pull on his own clothes.

And it's even more of a relief to open a door in his flat and find Milliways on the other side.

Sherlock Holmes is still looking a bit wan as he enters the bar, but there's no IV stand trailing behind him and the hospital gowns are put away. Back to normal, if his life can ever be called normal.

And there's a gift waiting for him, that he hasn't been able to pick up. First stop is at the bar -- "I believe there's something for me?" -- and he's presented with a viheula, one of the most exquisite instruments he's ever seen.

There's only one thing to do.

He has to learn to play this beautiful thing.

Sherlock sits on the floor near the fireplace to begin doing just that.

[ooc: NSFW warning in the second thread.]
23 August 2017 @ 07:56 am
Want to talk skills, how about Barry wandering through the front door balancing three large stacked boxes of donuts and a coffee in one arm, while texting with the hand of the other?

Head down, a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, he has no idea he isn't walking into his lab.

If Barry runs into you, apologies.

If he makes it clear he'll figure out eventually where he's at and sit down at a table to start in on the donuts and a report that he pulls from his bag.
22 August 2017 @ 09:12 pm
Sinric is over in the corner near the piano this evening, a violin tucked under his chin and playing something warm and rebellious. He doesn't know the song, or where it came from. Only that it's stuck in his head and wanted to be played.

Distractions are welcome. Anything to stop him obsessing about the ear-worm echoing around his head.
19 August 2017 @ 06:11 pm
Sin comes storming in, slamming the door behind him. He looks oddly conservative in a suit jacket, his hair brushed back neatly. He puts his violin case down, with exaggerated care. As much as he wants to slam things around, his violin is worth more than anything else he has right now.
18 August 2017 @ 07:15 pm
Emcee, in his usual jeans, Converse, and sleeveless t-shirt, is sitting at a table going through a small stack of letters he'd just received. With each letter he reads, his displeasure grows more and more, but he only expresses it through eye-rolls, irritated sighs, and bitter sips of red wine.

He would take up smoking again, except that is not a road he wants to go down.

Tossing one letter aside, he opens the next, expecting more of the same.

Entirely botherable.

[OOC: AU Emcee continues.].
12 August 2017 @ 09:41 pm
Cassian opens the door with a sigh, Eliot's found a good team, they just take up space. Behind him someone calls, "But how does he work, man?"

He closes the door and starts to the counter, stretching his shoulders and rubbing his arm which is still bandaged under his jacket.

In Milliways, there won't be anyone who knows him well enough to point out that he's lonely and maybe he'll see Ibani again and find out if she's doing better. He orders a beer before going to sit on a couch where he can stretch out his legs and soon is watching Tentacles of our Waves.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, AU Week
OOC: Write up is here. He's loud and I love AU week, both EPs open until they scroll.
12 August 2017 @ 10:24 am
A pretty blonde youth dressed as the Greek god Apollo staggers in, looking – off. He tips his quiver forward, a battered iPhone slipping out. It slips right through his sluggish fingers and he falls to his knees to try to catch it.

He takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself. “Can anyone please help me? I think- I think my drink was spiked.”

{Sinric’s university!AU write up is here.}
11 August 2017 @ 06:56 pm
[Fabulous, glamorous, and covered in glitter.]

The door to the bar opens to the sound reporters jabbering and photo shutters clicking, and in sweeps Sherlock Holmes.

He's made up, dressed up, and wearing platform heels that make his already six-foot figure even taller.

(He looks amazing. He knows it.)

Press conferences are exhausting. Thank goodness he can get away for a bit in an intergalactic bar.
09 August 2017 @ 05:07 pm
OOM: Sinric comes back from his own world, tired and heavy with concern. Hannibal kindly distracts him with pleasure.

{Warnings for bucket-loads of sex, and use of magic during sex. Seriously, straight up porn written purely because we wanted to. No plot was used in the making of this porn.}
07 August 2017 @ 05:40 pm
The door works in the strangest of ways.

So when a certain someone is holed up in his room, his younger self, his much, much younger self, enters the bar.

Small and pale and undernourished, the elfin ten-year-old boy (who could be mistaken for even younger than that) is dressed in secondhand school clothes from a distant era: knickerbockers and knee socks, a cardigan and cloth cap. He stares at his surroundings with large brown doe eyes.

Has he been here before? Perhaps in a dream? Why does it feel so familiar, when the door shouldn't have led here at all?

But this is a pub, and the little boy knows pubs. He goes up to the counter, peeking over it on tiptoes, to look for the barman. But there is none. How odd.

Even odder is the glass of milk and the plate of cookies that suddenly appear out of thin air.

This must be a dream.
01 August 2017 @ 03:12 pm
When Cassidy comes down for his daily whiskey, this time he also receives a note on a napkin.

"If it's a bartender you want, luv, you might wanna consider someone else--"

Another note.

Cassidy sniffs, shrugs.

"Alright, then, if you say so."

If she's going to trust him with the inventory, well, that's a big vote of confidence. Besides, he has a huge tab to work off. He'll make the best of it.

Tequila, vodka shots

Simple, really.

One scruffy, tattooed secret vampire behind the bar, at your service.

[OOC: If your pup can sense supernatural 'otherness,' they may be able to sense that there's something off about Cassidy, but other than that he presents as human. And please, for now, no other vampire pups; I need to see what canon does with that first. Thank you!]
31 July 2017 @ 12:58 pm
Sherlock had two reasons to leave the hospital today. Yes, the nurses scold him and tell him he's not supposed to just leave; but he brings the IV stand with him everywhere, and he's functioned quite well on stronger drugs.

Reason Number One, another meeting with Magnussen (on his terms, thank you very much, he is not going to subject himself to Magnussen's particular brand of intimidation again.) This one at Speedy's, and which provided a very startling piece of intelligence that he is still mulling over.

He knows it's a deal with the devil. John is worth marching into Hell.

Reason Number Two, he got a very ... troubling. Yes, troubling video over the T-minus from Jim, and -- well.

He's here.
24 July 2017 @ 04:44 pm
Sinric comes in from his door, looking older and more subdued that his usual self, dressed with almost monastic dour.

He stomps his feet, shaking his hair which shifts from a muted, almost greying platinum back to his usual gold. As he sheds the dun coloured outer robe, his face returns to his androgynous look, if tight with tiredness and ill-temper.

By the time he reaches the Bar, she has pot of tea waiting for him. "Thank you, dear one but I think I need something stronger." She adds a little glass of something clear and alcoholic with a smiley-face napkin.
23 July 2017 @ 11:06 am
You know who's been quiet lately? Loki! Loki's been quiet lately! That's probably fine though. He's just been off in the library, looking up a few maps, a few old texts, a few new texts, things like that. It's fine.

He saunters through the main room with a leather sack slung over his shoulder, making for a door that--isn't there? What? There's a paper napkin pinned on the wall where his door should be, and after reading it Loki stalks back to the Bar for a quiet but intense argument. "Look, you officious, glorified piece of wooden--"

Looks like Bar is flexing her muscles today.
15 July 2017 @ 07:05 pm
It's time to be getting back. Sinric brings his silver tea service down and asking for the bar to look after it for him.

The bar presents him with a basket of thing which he takes over to a table and starts packing it into a leather pouch that seems far too small for everything he's fitting into it. There are quite a few things there that don't belong in the dark ages - toothpaste, shampoo, painkillers.

The bar makes sure he has one last pot of tea and plate of pastries before he goes. There's more than enough to share if anyone would like some?
05 July 2017 @ 07:03 pm
Jim circa. 1992 wanders in wrapped up in a thick winter coat, scarf, hat, gloves, the lot. Without missing a beat he continues walking, shedding clothes as he goes until he's in just jeans and a T-shirt, dumping everything else into a chair. Bar lends him a pair of swimming shorts and towel, which he swaps for a bag stuffed full of books. He takes a glass of lemonade with him, and disappears off to the Caribbean inlet for a good long swim.

He's back when the sun gets low, perched on a bar stool with a decent base tan, and dripping water everywhere. He wipes his face with the towel, and says, 'okay, can I see it, please?'

The Book of Kells appears in front of him. He uses a dry bit of towel to open it up, because ancient manuscripts don't mix well with salt water and he might decide to sell it after all. In the meantime, he'll brush up on his Latin and admire the artwork. What a lovely day it's been. 

[OOC: Catch him inside or out.]
04 July 2017 @ 10:24 pm
Baze is at the bar, surrounded by crumpled paper balls.

What a waste of precious paper, he thinks, but he wants to get this note right, and writing it has been an exercise in frustration. He doesn't want to write it. He doesn't want anything to do with the recipient. But he's made a mistake, and he feels he has to address that.

Damn his honor.

Eventually, he settles on the proper wording. His handwriting is careful and precise, having been written slowly and with attention to every detail. This is no sloppy note, dashed off in a hurry--no, this is practically chary.

To Sinric )

There. He doesn't expect--or want--a response. He isn't sure if he feels better, but at least his mistake is corrected--or, at the very least, addressed.


Chirrut did always say Baze was more forgiving than he was.

(OOC: Plotlocked to the recipient of the note, thanks!)
02 July 2017 @ 09:32 pm
Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.


The fair is here for the whole week, and there's something for everyone, so come along and join us!

[ooc: OPEN TO ALL!
Threadhopping encouraged!

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